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A Circle Never Breaks
The ground is barren and torn,
Underneath my feet,
With every step I take,
Another crack runs deep,
What is with this life?
That makes the world seem so far away,
While I am left in an empty world,
To count the cracks beneath my feet,
There is nothing better to do than count,
To keep my mind off the pain,
Every thought I take,
A sharpness shoots through my veins,
The pressure builds like a raging river,
Roaring behind my eyes,
But when the river is ready to burst,
I find that the river has run dry,
Not able to cry,
In a world so broken and dry,
What can I do, what can I say?
Other than ask why I was left this way,
Left with cracks in my heart,
From when it was dropped,
Still broken from when,
Someone tried to glue back the parts,
Pondering on lost memories,
Brings back the pain,
The sharpness that shoots,
Throughout all my veins,
Instead I walk in a circle,
Not a straight line,
Circles can never break,
Holding the hands of time,
The ground is barren and torn,
Underneath my feet,
With every step I take,
Another crack runs deep.
It's such a cliche, but very appropriate here, better to have loved and LOST than to have NEVER loved at all. And circles always return what has been taken, constantly approaching and leaving that ONE THING.
Keep it up!